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Addictive Lyrics By Truth Hurts Featuring Rakim

    you off the planet wherever you at you stand out
    plus you specialize in freakin your man out
    put it all in one pot lets see if it pan out
    stick ya hand out i got it all planned out
    layin out the way i set a date to wed on
    plus you got your head on you my queen from here on
    lookin like lady revlon with all red on
    she fiending till i’m in her arms i’m king
    put the silk bedspread on
    rose pedals and scent candle lit
    victoria’s secret set on
    rough sex turnin her on
    so ghetto innocent but scandalous just bling and fur on
    million dollar habit she said its a fetish she gotta have it
    once she get it she holla thats it
    keep the waters rapid
    the hotter its automatic

    oh shit she od’n again i got an addict

    truth hurts
    he breaks me down he builds me up
    he fills my cup i like it rough
    we fuss we brawl we rise we fall
    he comes in late but it’s okay
    he do i do he knows the rules
    he takes care of home though he’s not alone
    i’m on his team he keeps me clean
    and gives me things he makes me scream

    hook truth hurts
    he’s so contagious returns my pages
    he’s got me anxious he’s what i’ve waited for
    he keeps me guessing spontaneous
    he’s so persuasive and i’m his lady

    truth hurts
    oh tonight is waitin and i ain’t complainin
    i’m entertainin my number one fan
    my back is achin from our love makin
    oh yes i’m taken ain’t no use in fakin
    my ups my downs my high and my lows
    from head to toe he makes me glow
    he hits the spot he makes me hot
    i’m all that he’s got and he’s all that i’ve got


    4 rakim
    thinking of a master plan
    you know anything you need baby ask your man
    you was there from a half a gram
    now it’s kilos to cnotes and high fashion brands
    we ball like we own the world
    the only concern is you my only girl
    and when we speakin in tongues
    breathing hard when i’m squeezin’ your lungs
    keep it strong but i gotta hit the streets when i’m done
    it’s joy and pain when you tryin to get ahead of the game
    it’s fucked up but you never complain
    you just pray i don’t get killed when i hit the hood
    just another hundred mill’ and i’mma quit for good
    no more drug wars trips to jail and shootouts
    gettin loot out for lawyers and bail’ll get you boot out
    just me and you high off sex and twisted
    you og’d and you od addicted

    Artist: Truth Hurts Featuring Rakim

    Year: 2002

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 244